Continuing the Royal Family Line

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Viola
long black hair, green eyes, amazing curves
princess of Cameldon (fictious country)

Needs just one character at the moment, her father the king.

IC-

Viola let her serving women brush out her long black hair till it shined, thinking over the past few days events in her head.

She was now a married woman, her women preparing her for her marriage bed.

She felt a strange anxiousness in the pit of her belly, uneasy with the feeling that she may actually be looking forward to the consumation of her marriage, a marriage to her father.

Even though she was his daughter, she was still a member of his realm and subject to his will.

His will being that since she was of age for marriage and he had yet to take a second wife after the death of her mother, she would marry him, her own father so he could breed a son off her and his blood line would not be thinned by other lines.

He had told her and his entire court that without a male heir whomever married his daughter would become king after he was gone, and the fact that someone not of his blood would rule did not sit well with him, so he had come the the conclusion he would marry her himself and the son she was bound to bare would be the future king.

To Viola's surprise no one thought anything of it.

"My Queen." A soft voice penatrated Viola's thoughts and she looked to her maid who had spoken.

"It is time." The older woman said helping Viola into the big majestic bed to await her husband, her father, her king.
 
King Charles
age-38

King Charles was a strong man and had married early to princess Tisa and they were blessed with a Baby Girl but unfortunately the Queen died in the child birth and the King never married again focussing on expanding his kingdom, and making sure his daughter grows well.

Now his daughter has blossomed into a beautiful young lady and he decided to take her as his second wife.
After all he was not aged much and needed a male Heir to suceed him.

He announced his marriage with his own beautiful daughter and decleared a celebration.

Tonight was the wedding night of King Charles with his Daughter Princess Viola who shall now become the Queen.

He was sitting on his Throne waiting for the princess to join him on the Throne and Let the father consummate their wedding!
 
King John
age - 40

King John was a benevolent ruler, much loved by his subjects. And his queen, who was the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, was welcomed by them when he married her when she had come of age. Soon after she had borne Princess Viola, but although the King and his wife loved each other dearly, no other offspring came.

Now, it happened one day that she fell ill, and when she felt that she was about to die, she called the King John to her and said, "If you want to remarry after my death then do not take anyone who is not as beautiful as I am. That you must promise me."

After the King John had promised her this, she closed her eyes and died.

For a long time the King John could not be comforted, and he did not consider taking a second wife. Finally his councilors said, "There is no other way. The king must remarry, so that we will have a queen."

Then messengers were sent out far and wide to seek a bride, who in beauty was entirely the equal of the deceased queen. However, no such bride could be found in the whole world. Thus the messengers returned home without success.

Now one day after she had come of age, Princess Viola was in the garden when King John spied her, and for a moment thought that his dear wife had come back to him, but then he realized it was his own daughter and that she resembled his deceased wife in every way, and he suddenly felt a great love for her and desired her.

Then going to his councilors he said, "I will marry my daughter, for she is the image of my deceased wife, and nowhere else can I find a bride who is her equal."

When the coucilors heard this, they were horrified, but when they saw the princess in her beauty, they said, "Although God has forbidden that a father should marry his daughter, surely there is no equal of Viola in the whole world. And better the king get his seed on his daughter than the kingship pass to another not of the blood."

Viola was even more horrified when she heard of her father's decision, but knew not how she could resist the will of the king, her father. And any hope that the people would not approve of such wickedness was dashed when she was presented to them and they, seeing how beautiful she was, and that she would bear her father's heir, cheered as their hope that the line would continue was renewed.

The next days passed in a daze as her wedding was prepared, and then came her wedding day when she was crowned queen and married to her father. And when her father, King John, lifted her veil and gazed at his daughter's face, she saw the love that he had for her, and her heart melted a little. Then chastely he pressed his lips to hers, and she felt the love she had for her father again, and a flash of anticipation that she would soon kneel before him and know him as her husband.

And now, she awaited her father on his bed, her marriage bed, when suddenly her women scurried around the door to the bed chamber, bowing and scraping, and her father entered in all his imperial glory.

"Leave us!" he commanded, and Viola was left alone with her father.
 
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Viola was nervously wringing the bedclothes in her hands as her father entered and sharply dismissed her maids.

Her mind reeling with everything that had transpired in the last week, of all the comparisons to her mother, of everything that was expected of her.

"Did you really need to be so harsh to them?" she asked quietly.
 
"I am their Lord and master," her father answered, his eyes flashing. "And yours, as well," he reminded her. But then his gaze softened looking at her.

"You look so much like your mother on her wedding night," he told her, and Viola saw her father as a man in love with her as well as desiring her, and her skin crawled with a flash of excitement.

"I am your husband now, and you must obey me. But between a man and wife there can be love as well," he explained.
 
"You are my father, of course I love you." Viola said quietly.

She felt herself blush at the look of desire in his eyes. She didn't like the continued reminder of how like her mother she looked, for they were not the same woman.
 
"Then if you love me, show your unclothed beauty to your husbands eyes," King John told her seriously.
 
Viola nervously wiggled out of her bedclothes, she wasn't to keen on getting out of the warm covers of the big bed.

However, she carefully pulled the covers back to show her king her body in all it's glory.
 
King John watched approvingly as his daughter/wife obeyed him and slipped out of her rainment, but still seeming to keep her modesty by remaining under the bed clothes.

But then Viola shyly pulled down the blanket exposing her full soft nubile breasts to her father's lustful gaze.

Possessively, King John reached out and grasped his daughter's breast, firmly pressing his fingers into her flesh and stroking his thumb across her nipple. He watched her face as a man first touched her breast, possessing her, owning her.
 
King John felt a rush of desire for his daughter when he saw her in her naked glory.

Gently he reached out and touched her breasts, feeling them and brushing her nipples with his thumbs.

"You are beautiful," he told her, smiling as her nipples hardened under his stimulation.
 
Viola gasped in shock and pleasure as her new husband, her father, touched her.

His fingers bringing her nipples to hard little peaks. She was confused and excited by the feelings that began to pulse through her body.
 
King John marveled at the absolute power he wielded enabling him to go against all accepted behavior and to take his own daughter as his wife. At the same time, he felt lust rising up in him as he gazed upon Viola's beauty and nakedness and tasted her body with his fingers.

He murmurred appreciatively as his experienced touch caused his daughter's nipples to respond. He could see in her eyes both shock at being touched so by her own father, but also a hint of desire.

Taking one hand he placed it between her knees before sliding it up between her thighs forcing it when he meet the resistance of her legs pressed together until he could press it against her pudenda.
 
Viola's nervousness, innocence, and curiosity were warring within her as her new husband, her king, touched her body.

For so long she had be taught, trained, to shun from such advances.

Yet, now, she knew that she must submit and allow the consumation of her marriage.

She felt her body flush and closed her eyes on a sigh.
 
King John's fingers explored the tender flesh of his daughter's genitals. With a sigh, Viola had closed her eyes and relaxed her legs, submitting her body to her husband's desires even though he was also her father.

Gently he stroked her finding her external genitalia dry, her nether lips clasped together in their natural state. He realized his daughter was innocent in the ways of the flesh and he murmurred approvingly. Placing two fingers to either side, he gently pulled her lips open letting his middle finger slide into her entrance, which he found to be wet and warm.

As he touched his daughter's inner lips, he could sense her tension. With small motions he began spreading the moisture he found there wetting all of her flesh there.
 
Viola's body went rigid as he opened her nether lips and began probing around.

Soon though the rigidity began to leave her body, and pleasure began to seep into her muscles and across her skin.

Subconsciously her legs parted even more for his delicate probing, "My lord." She murmured softly.
 
"My Lord," Viola murmurrs softly as her father probes her tender sex, pushing one finger into her tight passage.

King John, her father, groaned appreciatively at the tightness of his daughter's vagina and his discovery of the barrier blocking further entry with his fingers. Bending down over his daughter's body, he swirls his tongue around the nipple of her nubile breast before sucking into his mouth.
 
Viola gasped and opened her eyes as she felt his tongue swirl around her nipple.

It shot a harsh ripple of pleasure down to that area between her legs.

"Ohhh" she moaned, her fingers gripping the bedclothes beneath her.
 
Hungrily, King John devoured the cherry nipples of his daughter while gently pumping his finger in her tight channel, hearing her moan in excitement. He had no doubt that Viola was innocent and fertile, and his manhood was rampant with pride in anticipation of taking his own daughter to wife.

Viola is grasping the bed clothes as you ravish her, moaning.

"My queen," you groan to your daughter. "Help your lord undress."
 
Viola blinked as he spoke. It took her awhile to process his command.

"Of course my lord" She whispered.

Blushing, she sat up on the edge of the big bed and reached up to undo the clasp atop his shoulders.
 
Viola sat up obediently and helped her father undress. As his clothes fell away, she could see how muscular and virile his body was.

And then finally his manhood was revealed to her eyes, jutting rampantly out like a small scepter from his body.

King John looked down approvingly at his daughter as she gazed at his virile manhood and then looked up at him.
 
Viola stared, rather blatantly, at his arousal and suppressed a tremor of fear. The size of him was sure to make the pain worse.

She looked up at him, biting her lip, "I'm sorry my lord...but I...do not know what you want me to do." She admitted.
 
"Lie back on the bed and part your legs," King John commanded his naked daughter, and when she did he kneeled on the bed between her legs. Taking his hand he cupped her privates possessively.
 
Viola did as he asked, laying back on the bed. Her head rested on the multitude of pillows.

She spread her legs and gasped as she felt him cover her nethers with his hand.
 
King John

Bending low over his daughter's naked body, King John, gently thrust his middle finger into her open pussy. He is breathing heavily, and Viola opens her eyes to find him gazing into them.

"You are mine!" he exclaims. "I am your father and now I am your husband, and you will never belong to anyone else. You will bear the children that your mother never could."

Then with a cry, King John leans forward and captures his daughter's mouth in a kiss.
 
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